"Pfft."
Rex shifted his weight, settling into a low crouch beside her head.
He tapped two fingers lightly against the front of his trousers. "Now… unbutton it."
Elara's jaw tightened so hard a muscle jumped in her cheek. For a moment she looked ready to refuse again.
Then the memory of the phone— and the 600k subs —flashed behind her eyes.
She crawled forward on her hands and knees, fingers clumsy with anger and something else she refused to name, and worked the button open.
The zipper followed. Grey boxer briefs strained against the obvious outline beneath.
'Is he deliberately making me this worked up so I can't think straight?' she thought bitterly. 'Fine. Let's see how big you actually are.'
She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the fabric down.
…
His cock sprang free with enough force to slap lightly against her cheek. Elara jerked back a few inches, eyes wide, staring at the thick length now hanging heavily in front of her face.
